Jackson’s POV
Red and blue lights cut through the night. Police shouting. Screaming for them to drop their weapons. Marcus and his men flailed, guns drawn, eyes wild. One dove through a broken window. Another was tackled by a K9 unit mid-run. Marcus shoved one of his own guards into the line of fire and fled toward a back hallway. He didn't get far. Two officers tackled him to the ground, and his screams cut off abruptly. The blonde one took a wild swing at an officer before being slammed face-first into the concrete floor.
I scooped her broken body into my arms and bolted from that godforsaken place. The metallic scent of blood clung to us both as I cradled her against my chest, her weight so much lighter than it should have been, as if Marcus had drained something essential from her ve
